Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Five Micropoems by Donna McCabe

Regeneration 
New seeds of hope growing
Blooming and blossoming from within
Reshaping and reforming
Building stronger structures and roots
Within as without
The true essence of a woman.
 
Rainy Days
A bright flash of colour
Grey rainy days brightened briefly
Small comforts of an umbrella.

Mindful Insight
A veritable picture show
Of imaginary or recollected scenes
Ideas and epiphanies
All seen and felt
Deep within the minds eye.

Rumours 
Those rumours stung deep
The grapevine
A harsh place to listen
I wish I hadn't
Truth or not in the whisperings...!

Pluviophile
Outstretched hand
Cupping falling rain
The sound so soothing
Finding peace and joy
On the rainy evening...!
© Donna McCabe
South Wales, UK
donna_salisbury@sky.com
Donna McCabe is an established poet with over twenty years experience. Her work has gained her multiple accolades within her field of literature. From being published in journals, magazines and anthologies she is also a respected admin on social media pages as well as having her own Instagram page, @donnamccabe_
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Monday, December 19, 2022

Five Micropoems by Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Routine of Nights
In centuries of darkness
drowns, drowns the silence;
Moon, the heart
and Stars, the eyes
sing, sing the duet of nuances
dazzled by the known and the unknown.
Who’s that?
No colour,
No shape,
Invisible
but energetic omnipresence;
Poetry reflects –
Muse or God!
Where I Come from
My island – a dot on a map
sways the greyish storms
and the struggles of History,
then, settles amidst the bluish sea-poise
of Victory,
Just breathe it!
Just dive in!
Just live it!
Prayer for the Ex-lover
May you burry the clichés:
It wasn’t meant to be
Let it go
That’s Fate!
May you be reborn, enlightened
with a heart all-new
May you rise deeper within the wisdom of Patience
May true love unlock your soul!
Don’t Ask
Don’t ask me why I’m unmarried,
Don’t ask me my religion,
Don’t frame me in your obscure knowledge
of Nationality.
If you can’t possess me,
Don’t harass me,
I’m the daughter of another land, for sure!
© Vatsala Radhakeesoon
Rose-Hill, Mauritius 
vatsfrankness@gmail.com

Eminent poetess Vatsala Radhakeesoon has been writing poetry for thirty years and is the author of numerous poetry books. She is also an abstract artist and likes to experiment with various possibilities that bless Art Vatsala is a literary translator and currently lives at Rose-Hill, Mauritius.

Saturday, November 5, 2022

Two Micropoems by Zdenka Mlinar

I Ask
The time of the coronavirus and vaccines
Confusion, pain, tears and losses...
Is there an end to this plague and affairs?
I ask while new affairs wash over us,
While the evil sowers announce new plagues.
Wars Are the Worst
Crystal glaciers are melting,
Emerald rivers are drying up,
Mountains and the strongest cliffs are crumling...
The Earth, wounded and sad, says:
My children, wars are the worst, the worst!
© Zdenka Mlinar
Croatia
zdenka.mlinar@gmail.com

Zdenka Mlinar (lives and works in Zagreb and Velika Gorica, CROATIA). She writes poetry, prose, and miniatures (aphorisms, haiku...). She is a member of many cultural associations and societies and has published seven independent collections of poems. She normally writes in Croatian standard, but also takes a challenge of writing in Croatian dialects. Her poetry and haiku works have been published in many international collections and journals, and in several European anthologies, while her haiku works have been included in the Anthology of Croatian Haiku Poetry in 2018. In 2019, 2020 and 2021 she was selected in the European top 100 most creative haiku authors, and ishe is a member of the world register of the Haiku Foundation. Some of her poems have been translated into Italian and English, while a dozen of them have become lyrics for music songs. She is publishing her works in electronic media and various guest appearances and round tables, and for her work, she has received many letters of appreciation, praise, acknowledgments, diplomas and medals. She is enlisted in The Lexicon of Modern Writers of Velika Gorica in 2006 and 2020. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Four Micropoems by Adriana Rocha

Because 
Don't write
don't call 
these days 
because 
I got poison on 
my lips and 
this need 
to set everything on fire!

Don't Mind
I can't pretend 
I don't mind, 
because I do,
I can't say I don't notice, 
because I do,
I can't say I don't like it,
because I do,
I won't say more, 
I will only smile tonight. 

Fall leaf
Like this
beautiful fall leaf,
I choose to be transformed 
and I accept to be 
taken by the wind
of fate!

Silence 
The sun and moon 
are lovers,
they choose silence 
as communication
and distance as connection!

© Adriana Claudia Rocha Gomez
Oruro City, Bolivia
yuthielful@gmail.com

Adriana Rocha was born in Bolivia. She is a psychologist. Poetry, photography and educational psychology are her passions. Her journey into the world of words has started in 2019. She has been participating in different literary events in Latin America, Spain, India, Canada, Nigeria and the United States of America.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Micropoems in Hindi by Anna Ferriero [Switzerland], Translated From English by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer [India]

अन्ना फेरिएरो की क्षणिकाएँ [अंग्रेज़ी से हिन्दी अनुवाद : डॉ. शैलेष गुप्त 'वीर']

मुझे दृढ़तापूर्वक आलिंगनबद्ध करो
और सँभालो
मेरे हमसफ़र मुझे लाड़ करो।
मुझे समय और स्थान की उस परिधि से
दूर ले चलो,
जिसे हम गढ़ते हैं।
मुझे वसन्त के दिल में ले चलो,
जहाँ रात्रि में भी
वह स्वयं को सफेद रंग से रँगता है!

नीरवता के सुवास में
रमणीय वातावरण में
एक गहरी साँस लो
जब स्वयं को ग्रीष्म की भाँति अनुभव करो,
स्वयं के आसमान की सुनो
जब निरन्तर वर्षा हो रही हो,
उस भोर में साँस लो
जब तुम प्रतीक्षा कर रहे होते हो
किसी सितारे की!

© अन्ना फेरिएरो
बाजेल, स्विट्जरलैंड 
annaferriero71@yahoo.it
अनुवाद : डॉ. शैलेष गुप्त 'वीर'
फतेहपुर, उत्तर प्रदेश, भारत 
veershailesh@gmail.com

[Poetess  : Anna Ferreiro,  Switzerland]

[Translator : Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer]

Micropoems by Anna Ferriero 
[Original in English]

Hug me tight 
Keep my heart 
Kiss my soul 
Bring me 
Where there is no time and space 
we build 
Take me to the heart of spring
Where is it
Even the night 
He paints himself white!

Breathe a star
when you feel like summer
in the most beautiful air
perfume of peace.
Listen to your sky
when it is incessant rain.
Breathe that dawn
while you wait for a star!

© Anna Ferreiro 
Basel, Switzerland 
annaferriero71@yahoo.it

Anna Ferreiro is an Italian poet for peace and cultural contamination. She was appointed a member of the World Union of National Writers of Kazakhstan. She is an administrator of the poetry group Poetry of global vision. She is a member of the International Writers Association IWA Bogdani and a member of the poets of the Albanian magazine ATUNISPOETRY. She is a member of Voces y plumas de unamos al mundo con la poesía – Centro de México en Vision Universal Radio, and in March 2021 she has become an official member of the Indian magazine YogaYatra dealing with holistic section. She has published two poetry collections and two stories. She has won numerous national and international awards and was featured in numerous national and international magazines, radio, online newspapers, reviews. Her poetry has also been translated into many languages. In November 2020 she received the Doctorate Honoris Causa from the Institutional Alliance of Creativity, Humanity and International Culture from the Kingdom of Morocco to Mexico with international headquarters in the Mexican Republic, guaranteeing the highest degree of Doctor Causa Honoris in Creativity, Humanity and Culture.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Seven Micropoems by Lou Fu 洛 芙

[In Both Languages Chinese & English] 

《曇花》
美好的事物無法恆久
換句話說,其實
距離死亡
它,並不十分遙遠

Epiphyllum
The marvelous thing won’t last forever,
In terms of that, 
It is a fact of not being 
far away from death.

《餘地》
我的眼眸變得茫然
失去了以往的謐靜
也許,只能換回了留白
 
Leeway
My eyes are getting dazed
To lose its past tranquility,
Maybe, it is only for the margin in return.

《以為》
 我們以為它,可以
其實,它真的是無法可以
我們以為愛,可以
其實愛,並非永恆不變

Think
We think it is okay,
Actually, it is not okay,
We think love is marvelous,
in fact, it won’t last forever

《變幻》  
世間總是在幻化
 像一陣龍捲
也像輕盈柔美的平原草
 
Change
It always morphs in the world 
Like a fit of spout
Or the gracefully lithe grass in plain.

《彷彿》
有些印象
感覺它好像就要回來了
有些光景
卻也仍然感覺像在失落
 
As Though 
A little impression
Feels that it seems to come back
A little spectacle
Yet feels that it seems to lose.

《青春史詩》
她在夜間光掠
在心裡暖暖
浮影的記憶
於是這樣的記印

Epic of the Youth
She appears 
in a gliding light 
at night, warm in heart.
The floating shadow of memory
Imprints as it is.
 
《茵夢湖》
水面的漂浮物帶有迷惘
和迷戀的曖昧  
同時還兼帶著有穩定和
揮發的月鑠空吟

Immensee
The floats on water are perplexed
With ambiguous infatuation 
It also has stability 
And volatile melancholy singing!

© Lou Fu (Taiwan)
洛 芙(台 灣)

Lou Fu (Hsu, shih-ting) was born in Taiwan. She is a Member of Taiwan Poetry Society, Chinese Poetry Society, International Poetry Research Society. She served as deputy editor of the paper published "China miniature poetry" and the "extra-territorial style" section editor. Her poems have been translated into English, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Bengali, Japanese and some other languages.

- Participation in the last year -
*India's TV news "AKN NEWS" on May 25, 2021 reported that Taiwanese poet Luo Fu translated his poem "Father" for Indian poet Bhawani Shankar Nial, and introduced Taiwanese poet Lou Fu.
*India's "Pragatibadi Newspaper" on May 27, 2021, a special page introduces the resume of Taiwanese poet Lou Fu.
*2021 International Literary Standards Organization "International Fiction & Research Council (IFRC)” (International Fiction Research Council) specially invited Taiwan poet Lou Fu to be its writer member.
*January 2022 "Global Chinese Poetry Concert" (New Zealand Spring Festival Gala special program) specially invited Taiwanese poet Lou Fu and recite the poem "Clover".
*2022 Nepalese newspaper "Kapan Baneshwor", introducing Lou Fu's poetic works and translate Lou Fu's poetry into Nepali.
*In March 2022, Lou Fu was invited to recite new poems with the Spanish Spring Poetry Festival.
*April 2022 "HUMANITY" International magazine invites Taiwanese poet Lou Fu.Be on the cover of the current issue of literary magazines.  And an in-depth interview with Lou Fu's writing career.
*May 2022 "Centre for Women's Studies" of the National Institute of History and Geography of the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM) Invite Lou Fu to participate in the "3rd International Women's Literature Festival" and issue Lou Fu's certificate to participate in the International Poetry Festival.
*In June 2022, she was awarded the "2021 Outstanding Young Poet Award" by the Taiwan New Poetry Society.
*Wins 2022 Naji Naman International Literary Award".

Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Four Micropoems by Türkan Ergör

Forget
Forget bad things 
Never remember 
Delete bad things 
Never write again 
Delete, let go
Re-start life!
Between Truth and Lie 
It was like a tale
It was looking beautiful while lie
It was giving sorrow while real 
Actually 
People was living
Between truth and lie!
A New Journey 
If he is going
he had to go
if he is  not coming back
he had to stay
This is the end of the road
And the end of the road
There begins-
a new journey of the life!
Dream  
It is a dream 
This world 
You start to live 
Certainly will end one day 
You will understand 
When you will wake up 
What you see! 
© Türkan Ergör
Çanakkale, Turkey
turkan497@gmail.com


Türkan Ergör is a Sociologist, Philosopher, Writer, Poet, Columnist, Ambassador for Peace and World Peace Icon. She was born in 19 March 1975 in city Çanakkale, Turkey. She is from city İzmir, Turkey. Her father name is Sait Halim Ergör. She has been awarded International "Best Poet 2020" by the International Multi Disciplinary Research Conference. She was named International "Best Author/Writer 2021". She was also received International "Best Poet 2021" and International "Best Author/Writer 2022". Paramount Sultan of the Philippines HM SULTAN MORAD S. UMPA and HRH SULTAN ALI AMPASO UMPA gave the title of Princess for Türkan Ergör.

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